| Song | Revolution In The Heart |
| Artist | Ed Harcourt |
| Album | The Beautiful Lie |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Harcourt | |
| To the Marxists and the police | |
| To the junkies in the streets | |
| To the gangsters in our towns | |
| And the others underground | |
| To the prostitutes and whores | |
| To the self-admiring bores | |
| To the drinkers in a drought | |
| And the writers steeped in doubt | |
| To the bailiffs and their bills | |
| To the child whose thoughts could kill | |
| To the veteran who fights | |
| All his demons late at night | |
| To the bloody and unbowed | |
| Fanatics and their vows | |
| All the taxes we don't want | |
| To the idiot savant | |
| There's a revolution in my heart | |
| To the indier than thou | |
| To the stadiums of crowds | |
| To the vultures circling near | |
| A new kingdom of fear | |
| To the skinheads and the Sikhs | |
| To the rich and the elite | |
| To the serious dilettante | |
| To the idiot savant | |
| There's a revolution in my heart |
| zuo qu : Harcourt | |
| To the Marxists and the police | |
| To the junkies in the streets | |
| To the gangsters in our towns | |
| And the others underground | |
| To the prostitutes and whores | |
| To the selfadmiring bores | |
| To the drinkers in a drought | |
| And the writers steeped in doubt | |
| To the bailiffs and their bills | |
| To the child whose thoughts could kill | |
| To the veteran who fights | |
| All his demons late at night | |
| To the bloody and unbowed | |
| Fanatics and their vows | |
| All the taxes we don' t want | |
| To the idiot savant | |
| There' s a revolution in my heart | |
| To the indier than thou | |
| To the stadiums of crowds | |
| To the vultures circling near | |
| A new kingdom of fear | |
| To the skinheads and the Sikhs | |
| To the rich and the elite | |
| To the serious dilettante | |
| To the idiot savant | |
| There' s a revolution in my heart |
| zuò qǔ : Harcourt | |
| To the Marxists and the police | |
| To the junkies in the streets | |
| To the gangsters in our towns | |
| And the others underground | |
| To the prostitutes and whores | |
| To the selfadmiring bores | |
| To the drinkers in a drought | |
| And the writers steeped in doubt | |
| To the bailiffs and their bills | |
| To the child whose thoughts could kill | |
| To the veteran who fights | |
| All his demons late at night | |
| To the bloody and unbowed | |
| Fanatics and their vows | |
| All the taxes we don' t want | |
| To the idiot savant | |
| There' s a revolution in my heart | |
| To the indier than thou | |
| To the stadiums of crowds | |
| To the vultures circling near | |
| A new kingdom of fear | |
| To the skinheads and the Sikhs | |
| To the rich and the elite | |
| To the serious dilettante | |
| To the idiot savant | |
| There' s a revolution in my heart |